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naff-nuff-nice · 7 years ago

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Happiest of birthdays to my dear Lark (@themorninglark but tumblr won’t let me tag you properly because it is A BIRTHDAY GRINCH). I'm quite sure your day has been as amazing as you, and tbh it’s well-deserved! (ʃƪ˘⌣˘) ♡

Apparently, Konoha has decent tastes in dance-y music, Akaashi thinks from the corner he’s stubbornly planted himself in. Upbeat songs are blasting from Konoha’s phone, turned up to the highest volume, and most of the team members and even the managers from Nekoma, Fukuroudani, Shinzen, Ubugawa, and Karasuno are dancing in the middle of the cafeteria, with all the tables and chairs pushed to the side. They had just finished dinner, and Akaashi has no idea how this impromptu dance party happened, but it’s happening, and—well, whatever. As long as his team members don’t hurt themselves dancing too erratically (he wouldn’t put it past them), Akaashi sees no reason to be a killjoy.

(Bokuto and Kuroo have both tried to physically drag Akaashi into dancing with everyone else, and Akaashi had glared them into giving up, but he’s not counting those.)

Akaashi’s scrolling through his phone, when someone sits down in a slightly huffy heap beside him. He doesn’t even turn his head.

“No comments from you about not dancing to J Soul Brothers,” says Kenma, a warning. A smile twitches at the corners of Akaashi’s lips.

“I saw Kuroo-san and Yamamoto trying to make you dance,” says Akaashi. “I honestly thought one of them was going to die.”

“Too much effort.”

“Fair.”

“I will never understand how they get all that energy. We’ve been training all day.” Kenma pulls out his PSP and opens it with a tired sigh.

“Well, I guess it’s not all bad,” says Akaashi, watching Bokuto and Sarukui start a conga line. “If they tire themselves out, it might be easier to sleep tonight. Would you like to go sit outside?”

“I just got comfortable,” says Kenma, thumbs flying over his PSP’s buttons with ease. “But maybe if they try getting us to join in again.”

“All right.”

But they last maybe fifteen seconds before Bokuto starts to steer the conga line towards them with a gleefully manic look in his eyes. Akaashi and Kenma practically bolt for the exit.

“I got my hopes up,” says Akaashi dryly, once they’re safely outside. Kenma just makes a disgruntled noise in his throat.

“It’s not that I’m surprised, but I always forget how noisy the training camps are.”

Akaashi glances over at him with raised eyebrows and a tiny smile on his face. “And yet, I’ve seen you at every one.”

“Only because Kuro would never give me a moment of peace ever again, otherwise.” They sit down on the stairs leading into one of the gymnasiums, and Akaashi feels a flicker of gratitude towards Kuroo; it’s nice to have company to sit out the training camps’ crazier antics with.

It’s breezy outside, but it’s still warm and humid. Mixed with the soft screeching of the summer night’s insects, the dance party’s music is muffled in the short distance, and Akaashi’s slightly surprised the coaching staff hasn’t told them off for getting carried away already, before remembering Nekomata-sensei had hauled all the adults off to have drinks nearby.

Everything is reasonably normal and routine, in other words. He doesn’t mind this at all.

He realises that he is tapping his foot to the music, and stops. And then—

“Would you like to dance?” Akaashi says.

Kenma continues playing his PSP for another moment, but when he blinks twice, Akaashi knows he’s listening.

“With you?” Kenma asks at last.

“I guess,” Akaashi answers.

There’s another moment of silence before Kenma finally pauses his game, and then raises his head and looks out before them in an almost pensive manner.

“Not right now,” he says slowly. “But… another day, maybe. When we’re less tired.”

“And it’s less hot.”

“And we’re not playing what Konoha’s playing.”

“Maybe something slow.”

“Mm. That does sounds okay.”

Akaashi smiles softly and resumes scrolling through his phone; Kenma returns to his game without another word. But now, he leans towards him a little, and Akaashi mimics him until they’re pressed against each other, tired but comfortable. Akaashi begins tapping his foot to whatever song is on now, and he notices Kenma doing the same thing. Perhaps, in their own way, this is a sort of dance as well.

Or something. Either way, it’s a lovely night. He doesn’t mind this at all.

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